"This will only take about ten more seconds. Thanks for your help, Zarev..."

Per'dra entered a very deep state of concentration, despite (or perhaps because of) her fear. She'd always heard from the other Jedi Masters that fear was a path to the Dark Side, but how could her overwhelming desire to save Zarev's life open the doorway to becoming evil? She couldn't see it, especially as she felt his pulse beginning to regulate itself once more. There. Nice and even.

"How many attackers are left? Can you tell?" she asked her wounded comrade.